Pull down your fear, little angel–brown eyes–
run with me in fields of dreams,
green meadows, Queen Ann’s lace
or, in the frosty time,
melt snowflakes on the tip of your tongue;
Whistle in the wind– Mt.Dew on your breath
and I froze in your essence.
I will always care for you,
even when time may carry me
into the arms of another being,
my heart will heal you from afar
even in the dimness of growing apart.
Memories still live in my shy, little heart.
You were right, you and I,
we understand each other,
you and I, friends who know
what it means to live and to love
and to heal.Rough hands enclosing such pain,
which taught me to feel deeper,
challenge the world,
and fight for myself.
Though my heart beats faster
in the presence of another,
for you have dissolved–disappeared
and ,absent from my life in form,
I must learn to move on.
If you need my hand, my heart, or my smile;
say my name and I will be
but forgive me for weeping for what was not
and for continuing with what could be.
gentle one, for not being
enough to call you mine.
Remember me, dearest,
as I remember you:
Freedom!Bravery!Lone rose in the garden!
Farwell, my flower!
I wrote this poem because sometimes you have to say goodbye and you have to let go but you still care just as much as always and will always be there for that person.
” Me and the pen, we are one. If its ink would cease to flow, my ink would cease to flow.”